He hugs them both one more time before he strides over to where I am seated.
“sorry for keeping you waiting.” he says and plops down in the chair facing me directly. There are only two seats on the table and the table is tucked in the corner of the shop close to the window. So we can practically see everyone that is coming and going.
“It’s okay.” I tell him.
“you know them?” I ask because my curiosity gets the best of me and I want to know what is it about their relationship. From the tabloids his maternal grandparents are so rich and they live in England that’s from his paternal side anyways. His Paternal grandfather is dead and his grandmother from his father’s side lives here in Italy in a grand estate.
“you called the other one nana. I’m just curious.” I explain awkwardly.
“yes.
